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sigma-alpha-writer-chad · 7 months ago

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Grow Up, Would You? [Josh Washington]

“I don’t know if you’ve changed any since middle school but I really hope you’ve learned the difference between pranking somebody and just being a fucking bully.”

You can also find this story on Ao3!

Prologue / Chapter One / Chapter Two

[Italicized chapters are sort of like,, flash backs? Stuff in the past, whatever.]

[CHAPTER ONE]

I’d never been one for parties.

Yet there I stood, staring up at the house of the address I was given, the windows flashing a multitude of colors as the muffled music blared. People were scattered around the front lawn, holding their drinks and talking happily amongst themselves as laughter filled the cool night air. I felt a sense of midding as I slowly made my way to the front door, a small smile formed on my face.

I opened the front door to be met with the loud, hot air of the party. It wasn’t packed, but it was close. Immediately I started looking around for the one who invited me, gently pushing my way through the groups of people. There were faces I recognized, and ones I didn’t. I hadn’t seen anyone in the area since I’d changed schools years prior. But none of them were who I was searching for. Until finally, I saw him.

He was tall, with blonde hair and blue eyes behind a pair of thick black rectangular glasses. He wore a dark green sweater that fit his broad shoulders snugly and blue jeans. I especially knew it was him when I spotted his hiking shoes.

Who wears hiking shoes to a party?

“Chris!” I called. M y cousin, Christopher Hartley, leaning up against the wall and talking to a girl with red hair. He turned to me and smiled.

“Jordan! I didn’t think you’d show,” he said. He took a step towards me and pull ed me into a tight, familiar hug. Chris took a step back as if to get a better look at me. “You look great!”

“Yeah, well, y’know,” I grinned. I tucked a hair behind my ear. It was Chris’s friend group’s graduation party, and it was a big one. A smaller celebration had been held prior by the adults for Chris , a nice outdoor barbecue with baby photos tacked onto the walls and various cork boards. But once that was over and everyone had left, Chris begged me to go with him to a much larger, run by the teens grad party the next week.

“Let me introduce you to my friends!” Chris was practically yelling into my ear to be heard over the blasting music.

“Uhm, no! I’m good, actually, I’ve met your friends!” I’ d met his friends. Mean girls, meat-heads, and -

“C’mon, Jordan, please! You haven’t seen them in like 4 years, they’re totally new people now!” Chris insisted. He grabbed my wrist and began to pull me back towards the red-haired girl. I recognized her then.

“Hi, Ashley,” I waved meekly.

Ashley Brown. Despite the people she surrounded herself with, Ashley seemed like a nice girl. She had red shoulder length hair and hazel eyes under thin eyebrows. Her makeup was subtle and suited her well. She was a very conventionally pretty girl and one that Chris had a huge crush on. Even back in elementary school I remembered seeing her and Chris, nervously sitting together at lunch. Their crushes on each other were so obviously mutual it was sickening to know they were both oblivious to the other’s feelings.

“Hey, Jordan.” Ashley smiled sweetly and waved back at me before glancing back at Chris with a look that screamed “get me out of this.” I decided to get her out of the situation myself while escaping the prospects of having to re meet Chris’s friends. As far as I knew, the group was entirely made up of the same people as it was when I’d changed schools 4 years prior. “Actually Chris, I’m going to go…” I paused. “To the bathroom.”

“But you just got here,” Chris’s face dropped. He knew me well enough to know I was just making an excuse.

“I drink a lot of water, and -”

“Jordan. Don’t ditch me,” Chris said. “Please.” At that moment I despised him for being a sweetheart. I couldn’t say no to Chris, no matter how much I’d wanted to.

Chris spent the next hour or so introducing me to his posse. Just as I’d suspected, it was exactly the same as it had been previously. Emily Davis, Jessica Riley, Matthew Taylor, Michael Monroe, Samantha Giddings, and Hannah and Beth Washington. I noticed there was one missing, but I didn’t dare ask in fear of reminding Chris of th at final person.

“ Sam seems nice,” I commented. “She’s probably my favorite out of everybody that you’ve introduced me to.” And I wasn’t lying. Sam stuck out like a sore thumb compared to the people she ran with. She was active, vegan – not passive-aggressive.

“Yeah, Sam’s great. Hey, I’m going to grab a drink. Do you want something?”

“A water bottle?” Chris gave me a look.

“Really?” I nodded and he left to go get the beverages, leaving me by myself near a fireplace. I took a moment to really look around at the house I was in. It was large, just short of a mansion, and old. The architecture was somewhat gothic.

“ BOO!” I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sudden scare. Someone had grabbed my shoulders hard as they shouted into my ear. I knew immediately who it was, and I was as far from happy as someone could have ever possibly been. I heard a familiar laughter as I turned around to face him, taking deep and steady breaths.

“Joshua Washington,” I said blankly. “Still fail to grow up?” Josh’s smile fades.

“Whatever your name is,” Josh repeated my tone. I couldn’t tell whether or not he had actually forgotten my name or didn’t care to use It. “Still can’t take a joke?”

“Guess not,” I shrugged. Josh stared at me, his shit-eating grin slowly returning to his face. “Or maybe you should come up with some new jokes. ‘Boo’? So last year.” I held eye contact with Joshua for what felt like an hour.

“An oldie but a goodie.” Josh’s brow twitches in frustration. He still held onto his smile but I could tell it was a struggle.

“Not a goodie if nobody fucking likes it.”

“I like it.”

“Hey, Josh! I see you’ve re-met Jordan!” Chris chimed in. Whether he knew we were about to start fighting or not was a mystery, but I was grateful for the interruption nonetheless.

“ Right, Jordan, that’s what it was,” Josh said. “I didn’t remember her at all other than the amount of crying she did.”

“The amount of crying you made me do.”

“All in good fun.”

“You tried to get pig’s blood to ‘Carrie’ me.”

“Like I said, just jokes.” Chris finally interjected.

“C’mon, Jordan, he didn’t mean anything by -” I hold my hand up to stop Chris there.

“I’m not doing this. You were in on a lot of those, Chris, you know how they hurt me.” I didn’t expect him to be on Josh’s side, but then again it wasn’t that surprising considering the amount of torture he helped exact. Chris looked down at the floor in defeat. I turn to Josh.

“I don’t know if you’ve changed any since middle school but I really hope you’ve learned the difference between pranking somebody and just being a fucking bully.” I huffed at him. I could barely see him under all of the lights but I managed to catch a glimpse of expression other than snark. For half of a second I could’ve sworn it was remorse.

It didn’t last.

“ Well. I’m not a bully, so… whatever.” Josh turned around and walked away, leaving Chris and I. I was shocked to look at Chris and see him glaring at me.

“Did you have to do that?” He asked. I raise my eyebrows in surprise.

“Do what?”

“Start a fight, just like that?” I could feel my heart sink.

“Chris, no, I didn’t -”

“Why can’t you just get over it already?” I could smell the booze on Chris’s breath. I knew he was drunk, he didn’t mean it. He couldn’t. He watched me cry enough growing up to know what kind of effects Joshua Washington had on me and my mental health. I chose to say nothing, my eyes full of tears threatening to spill over. My throat felt tight, and I knew if I said a word, all eyes would be on me as I cried in the middle of the room. So I just shake my head and shrug. I took my water bottle and headed out onto the back porch of the house – where Hannah and Beth Washington happened to be.

They noticed right away that my expression was negative. Something I’d apparently forgotten was how different from their brother the twins were, as they came to me immediately.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” Hannah asked as she took my hands into her own. I swallowed.

“I don’t really want to talk about it,” I sighed, looking over the balcony and into the woods.

“Was it Josh?” Beth asked. My eyes flickered to hers. My silence was all the answer that she’d needed. “He’s an ass, for sure. But he’s not as bad as he makes himself out to be. When it comes to you we don’t know what’s wrong with him.” I’m surprised at what Beth was saying. “Have you heard that dumb stuff about ‘he’s only making fun of you because he likes you’ from, like, grade school? I think it’s like that.”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at that. The twins ignore the obvious attitude and continued to chat with me. There was absolutely no way Joshua harbored any feelings for me other than disdain, and there was no way in HELL that it could have ever been romantic.

“Girl, don’t worry. You can hang with us.” Hannah grinned at me as she hopped excitedly. “He’ll leave you alone if we tell him to, or whatever.” I smiled at the girls. Just as I had with Chris, I could smell the booze on them and could only assume this kindness and promise of friendship was temporary. Once they were sober, they wouldn’t remember this at all. And if they did, I was sure they would regret it.

“Sure, that would be nice,” I admitted. Even if it’s just for the night, I would never complain about having friends – even if they were related to my sworn enemy.

“Great! Give me your phone!” Hannah insisted. I did as she’d asked, and next thing I knew I had their contact information. “We’ll hang out after tonight, we promise.” I nodded. I would be lying if I said that I hadn’t hoped it would happen, that these two would somehow integrate me into their lives.

It was severely unfortunate that it didn’t last long.

#until dawn #until dawn x reader #josh washington x you #josh washington x reader #josh washington #joshua washington #enemies to lovers #enemies to friends to lovers #this is an x reader just didn't want to write “y/n” a lot

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blackleatherjacketz · 1 year ago

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Give In

Klaus Mikaelson x Female Reader

Summary: Klaus shows up out of the blue to remind you who you belong to.

Warnings: Mature Content, Mild Violence, Alcohol, Jealousy, Possessive Behavior, Klaus and his Mouth

Word Count: 1.4k+

Raucous voices from the drunken patrons on the patio echo against the vastness of the parking lot as you walk away from the crowd, having had enough of the holiday scene inside. Hand in hand with someone you’d only just met an hour before, you make your way out to your car until a feeling of dread suddenly washes over you. Unsure if it’s from all the green beer that you know you shouldn’t have drunk, the sensation intensifies as you get closer, tugging at your insides and prickling the fine hair on the backs of your arms with each step you take. You hear a heavy thud and a light moan, the alcohol dulling your senses just enough to keep you on your path as you turn toward where you had parked your car before you finally see him.

What the hell is he doing here?

“A local pub on St. Patrick’s Day? That’s very unlike you, now is it, darling?” Klaus licks the fresh blood off his lips as he approaches you and your guest, his hazel eyes aglow with a mixture of hunger and satisfaction before returning back to their natural hue. The limp body of the poor woman he had drained dry is just barely visible beneath the undercarriage of a Jeep as you attempt to take in your surroundings, damning the extra shot you took at the bar before walking outside with the man who had bought it for you.

“Who the hell is this guy? You know him?” Your new friend looks over at you, oblivious to the danger he’s in as a jealous shade of pink paints his cheeks.

“Klaus,” is all you can say as he steps closer, that all too familiar blend of fear and excitement tingling its way through your spine as if it’s your very first time seeing him.

It’s as if he’s capable of infecting the air around him with his mere presence, drawing out an innate response from your body every single time. You wish that you could blame it on compulsion, that you could somehow pass the buck onto his supernatural powers, but you both know he’s never had to use any of them on you before. You hate yourself for how weak you are for him, hate how your body instantly reacts to the mere sound of his voice or the glint in his eye like a dog in some sort of sick Pavlovian response. He could take whatever he wanted from you at any time he pleased, and you’d thank him for it.

And he knew that.

“The real question is… who the hell are you?” Klaus focuses his attention on your potential new bedfellow as he closes the gap between them, ignoring you for the moment as his fists find their way into the thin fabric of his novelty green t-shirt. With very little effort, he twists his grip on it, lifting the young man high into the air before staring menacingly into his eyes. “Well?”

“Alex.” He answers immediately, his voice shaking in sobering trepidation.

“And just how long have you been seeing my little witch, Alex?” His eyes darken as he compels the young man to tell him the truth, his dark tone just as threatening as it is curious.

“Witch? We just met tonight, I swear!” He lifts his hands up in surrender, not even bothering to look back at you for confirmation.

“You swear, hmmm?” He laughs to himself, that subtle amused chuckle rumbling in his chest before turning into a low growl, catching in his throat. “And just what were your intentions in bringing her out here like this, huh? Were you hoping to fuck her?”

“Klaus!” You scold in protest and take a step toward them, stopping only as he shoots you a deadly glare.

“Y…yes!” Alex admits freely, all the confidence and charisma he’d shown you inside disappearing in an instant.

“Good.” A sly grin slowly creeps across Klaus’ lips as Alex divulges his obvious intentions with you, fear trembling through his entire body and into his fingertips as they tremor sporadically. “She is rather tempting, isn’t she?”

Alex only whimpers in response, too afraid to say the wrong thing.

“You’re a bit young for her, don’t you think?” He grabs hold of his jaw and squeezes, turning his face from side to side to get a better look at his youthful features as he clicks his tongue in disapproval.

“I didn’t care about that.” Alex cries.

“No, I know. ‘Age is nothing but a number’ and all that, but she needs someone older, someone with experience who can take care of her, someone who can really give her what she needs... Do you think you’re that someone, Alex?” He raises an eyebrow as his grip on his chin tightens, making sure to cut the inside of his cheeks against his molars.

“No,” he can barely whisper at this point.

“Good boy, now why don’t you go back inside, have another drink and forget that you ever met her; forget all of this?” He brings him down closer to his face, their noses mere inches apart as his voice lightens just the slightest bit. “Now run along back inside and find someone your own age, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Alex mutters with a nod, scurrying off the second Klaus lowers him down and releases him from his grasp.

“Nose ring really does it for you, huh, love?” Klaus finally addresses you as Alex’s hurried footsteps fade off in the distance. “I didn’t take him as your type.”

“What are you doing here?” You fold your arms across your chest to put some distance between you, as if that will somehow help protect you from his deadly charms. “I thought you’d left town.”

“Well, now I’m back.” His tone shifts completely, his voice now like slowly melted caramel, dripping with the confidence you swear he was born with as it warms every inch of you, those perfect lips of his curling into a knowing smirk. “I thought you’d be happier to see me.”

“And I thought you would have at least called,” you counter coldly.

“Oh, you always fight me tooth and nail don’t you, darling?” He laughs to himself as he slowly saunters toward you. “Always trying to convince yourself that you don’t want me, that you don’t need me.” His hypnotic gaze grazes over your resistant frame before he gently brushes his knuckles against your cheek. “That you don’t belong to me.”

“Belong to you?” Your lips part as your heart begins to race beneath your nearly heaving chest, pumping your cheeks full of blood as the effect he has on you grows more urgent than you care to admit. “I don’t…”

“Shhh…” He stops you before you can finish your thought, grabbing hold of your chin and lifting it to face him. “Let’s drop the charade, shall we?” He takes his time to take in your features, his nearly blown out pupils dilating even more as they linger on your parting lips.

“Mmm hmm,” you try to answer as his intoxicating scent surrounds you, the sweet smell of cinnamon coated with smoky notes of bergamot flooding your senses.

It’s all over now.

“You’re my little witch… not his, not anyone else’s… mine,” he growls. His hand moves from your chin down to your throat, squeezing gently as he ghosts the promise of a kiss while opening his mouth against yours. He stares at you as his tongue languidly traces the outline of your lips just long enough to stifle your breath. “Right? Show me you understand.”

Your lips quiver as they glisten in his spit before you lean forward just enough to lick his in return, slowly savoring the hints of iron and salt until you can’t help but kiss him completely. You breathe him in, forgetting about how long it’s been since you’ve last touched him as he embraces the kiss with an unmatched fervor. You gasp as he presses his hips into yours, nearly knocking the wind out of you as a satisfied groan vibrates in his chest. You moan into his mouth as he clumsily backs you up against the nearest car as you try to catch your breath, that moisture already collecting between your thighs.

“That’s it, love,” he whispers, pressing those pouty lips of his against your chin and jawline as his other hand starts unbuttoning your jeans. “Give in to me like you always fucking do.”

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iwannascreameurekaa · 4 months ago

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pjo characters favorite Chappell roan looks part 1

guess who found this stupid list again I keep forgetting I do these things. spoiler warning this is ooc and very bad. I did most of this at 3-5 am so get ready for sleep deprived writing. part 2

Leo's is 100% this look from the 2024 VMAs. You tell me he wouldn't absolutely adore the edits of her saying "not me bitch" he would actually say "zoo wee mama" unironically okay

Percy's is this from the album cover for the rise and fall of a Midwest princess photo shoot both because of how it has an intense feeling of being out a place and because it's BLUE! Also he likes the lighting of the photo

Pipers is the marching band outfit from the hot to go music video

Jason fav is the butterfly look from Coachella 2024

Hazel is absolutely obsessed with the tiny desk concert look and I agree because OH MY GODS. Hazel loves the layering of the hair, and that there's a trash bag in Chappells hair. Her favorite part about the whole outfit is the socks but the little butterfly clip in Chappells hair is so cute to Hazel.

Annabeths favorite is the Statue of Liberty look from the governors ball yes it might be because she's an architecture nerd but also she's a bi disaster mkay

Franks is the white swan look from Jimmy Fallon. He will scream the bridge to good luck babe even tho he's a man and he will BLAST THAT SHIT TOO.

Grover's fav look is when she was on the comment section podcast. It's whimsical and cute and he adores it. Also he supports Chappell roan 100% on the boundaries she set bc SHE IS A PERSON BE NICE YALL ☹️ he's a Chappell defender for life

Drews favorite is the casual mv dress (whoa sapphic drew anyone???) let's just say she had a "situationship" thing and now I wanna write angst anyways FUCKED YOU IN THE BATHROOM WHEN WE WENT TO DINNERRR

Katie loves the giver outfit. The plaid is something that Katie can't NOT love okay. The curls and whole country vibe really get her

Lit loved the taxi dress. he recognizes cunt when he sees it and he cracks up at the green paint

Nyssa loves the snl look but specifically with the hat the hats important okay. I think a kid of Hephaestus would really like this outfit bc of the rope things and um idk how to describe it you know what I mean tho okay

Blitz absolutely adore the pink pony club outfit from chappells performance on snl. The seamless white dress that sparkles and looks like literal heaven is something that can't be hated by someone who loves fashion as much as blitz does. He loves the stripe of white in chappells wig and the bow on the side of her waist. Really the whole outfit is incredibly and he will not hesitate to tell you

Georgie likes this look from either one of chappells tours or from when she opened for Olivia Rodrigo I cant remember but she loves the tassels (?) and the shininess and everything about it. This is the outfit an 8 year old would adore

Alabasters fav is this magician look from a photo shoot that I can't the remember the name of. Maybe a little cliche but shush

Ethan's favorite is this incredibly look that I have no idea what to call or where it's from. All I know is that Chappell is serving all sorts of things and Ethan agrees with me okay I'm literally Rick himself

Shels favorite is the snl look but without the hat. She likes the waist pieces she says they look like butterflies and she really likes the slick back look of her hair and then the curls messy in the back. It's a vibe.

Sams favorite is the look Chappell had on Sabrina carpenters Christmas special A Nonsense Christmas. There's two pics because I absolutely adore this look. She's so elegant wtf.

Lavinias favorite is the dress Chappell had on when she was invited to perform with Olivias Rodrigo at one of her concerts. It's pink it's flowery it's sparkly, what more could you ask for?

Cecil would've tried to recreate this makeup look and he would've failed miserably. The tights really pull this outfit together. The neck ruffle, the flowers in her hair. Cecil loves everything about it.

Calypsos favorite look is the Marie ann look with the wig because a) it absolutely eats and even this 6000 year old girl can recognize an icon and b) calypsos a sucker for the flower embroidery on the front

Gwen would've loved this like I don't know anything about her but she feels like the kinda gal to be obsessed with marriage culture and not in a "I wanna get married and have a big beautiful wedding" way I mean a "I know every aspect of this, good and bad, and am willing to be the backbone of the failing society" way

Rip Lou Ellen you would've loved kaleidoscope. Rick can you give Lou a book and then make her a tragic lesbian I would love that please and thank you. Also the freaking star clips in this outfit are fiahkajda. Btw this is chappells kaleidoscope outfit and yes it's lous fav and it's beautiful.

paolos fav is the angel look. Basic? maybe. but stunning? yes

Zoes fav is this blue cowboy look. It's shiny and she likes the color blue. Also the sparkles kinda look like stars... whoa who said that whattt

Bianca's fav is this wonderful look that is glitching and the backgrounds gone my phone is about to explode I apologize. The detail on this is insane. The tassels hanging from every end, the points and curves that really give it that alternative and crazy look. Rip Bianca you wouldve loved the subway.

Dionysus but Mr D specifically. He's a queer icon and he loves the other queer icons as well. This outfit from the guts would tour film premiere is his favorite because of many reason. First is the red mesh the entire dress is made off. Chappells whole red aesthetic really does remind me of red wine and shit and also I'm just grasping for ways to connect this to Mr d so bear with me. Also the flowers on the dress are so freaking pretty usgajfjwhwh love those. The black boots contrast great with the rest of the outfit and I know Mr d would like that detail. Also the fact that her tits are almost out. yes Dionysus wouldve love you yes Chappell get it girl I love you

Luke's favorite is this look. I don't know where it's from but I think this reminds Luke of his mom. Maybe his mom liked animal print idk I just like this outfit

Junipers fav is this one and I also don't know where it's from. It's a simpler outfit than others but it's so adorable and juniper would love chappells aesthetic okay like juniper would be the biggest fan of California I just KNOW

and that's all I have. of course there's so many more looks and characters so if I missed anyone or a look you like feel free to request it I am bored out of my mind rn

part 2

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beingalive1 · 2 months ago

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𝐀𝐧 𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟒

Rupert Campbell Black x Oc (Francesca Wellington)

Summary: Francesca Wellington was everything Rupert Campbell Black was and more. A successful show jumper with a title and an estate, she had it all. She was a constant reminder of the man he once was. He couldn't help but hate her for it and yet, he loved her for it just the same.

Part Three: here

Part Four: The hatred begins

Author's note: I apologise for the lack of updates, I just started med school and have been working non-stop. I hope you enjoy this chapter! Comment if you would like to be added to this series's taglist. xx

Caitlyn O'hara could not stop staring at Francesca Wellington's luscious breasts. The young girl's eyes were practically fixated upon the Lady's bosom as Frank breathed. Francesca was reclined on Taggie's bed. Her tan legs stretched across the comforter as cigarette smoke wafted above her head like a pearl halo. Caitlyn silently wondered if she had been some sort of criminal or dictator in a past life. The young girl must have committed some horrifying war crimes or pissed off the gods in some sort of way. It was the only reasonable explanation as to why she looked like she did, and Francesca Wellington looked like that. Like a greek goddess with a posh accent. Francesca Wellington had clearly hit the genetic lottery: her tan skin, curly hair, athletic build and voluptuous breasts.

Frank had it all.

Caitlyn wondered if she should quit school and become an olympic show jumper; it clearly had its perks.

"You look absolutely ravishing in that." Francesca stated, smoke dripping from her pink lips as she exhaled.

Caitlyn's eyes drifted from the heiress and onto her sister. Taggie's usual party dress, the blue mini, had mysteriously disappeared from her closet. In a panic Tag had called her new friend Frank for aid. Frank had insisted on coming over, she had brought three bags full of dresses with her.

When hearing about Taggie's new friend, Caitlyn had imagined a sweet farm girl with buckteeth and blonde pigtails. The options of dresses were sure to be dreary and conservative. Caitlyn was infinitely surprised when the Francesca Wellington strolled through the front door with bags of Chanel and Dior.

Taggie didn't even know her new friend was famous. Her dyslexia often causing her to stray from the fashion magazines Caitlyn poured over. The fashion magazines whose cover often frequented Frank's likeliness - despite the heiress's aversion to the press. Caitlyn loved her sister but sometimes Tag could be so daft. How could she not recognise one of the most famous women in England as her new found friend?

Talk about an opportunity.

"Turn around I want to see the back." Francesca said as she glided off the bed and walked towards Taggie. Frank's hazel eyes gazed at Taggie through the mirror, Frank's focus aimed at the green dress draped over her new friend's body. Taggie looked good. Every eye at Tony Baddingham's stupid garden party will surely be captured by the woman. They would be stupid not to admire her.

Taggie stared at Frank, waiting for the heiress's verdict.

"You look like a movie star Tag."

Taggie smiled, her grin bright as she turned to face Frank.

"Thank you for this."

Frank shrugged, her bare feet inching their way across Tag's carpet as she made her way back to the bed. The cigarette extinguished in an ashtray on the bedside table. Taggie didn't smoke; she had stolen the ashtray from her father for Frank. It was important for a good host to cater to the needs of their houseguests. Frank needed an ashtray. Tag would happily ignore her father's complaints for the next few hours.

"Of course." Frank replied, "I get all these clothes sent to me by fashion houses. It's a total waste. I spend my time riding horses not striding down runways. They never get worn. Might as well let your sexy self take them for a spin."

Caitlyn listened attentively to the famous woman sitting across from her. The young girl lusting after the woman's clothing collection. Cait silently recalled how even Madonna herself had referred to Frank as a style icon in an interview once. The pop-star stated how she admired Frank for never talking to the press. It was obvious that Frank didn't need to: her clothes and awards spoke for her. Tag being able to wear something owned by the Francesca Wellington was mind-blowing for the young teen, even if her sister didn't recognise just how famous Frank was. Francesca and her brash character was fashion at its finest - despite her lack of trying

Cait subtly wiped the drool from her mouth, she had to stop daydreaming.

Caitlyn inched closer to Frank, the teen's sharp gaze taking in the elder woman's attire. Frank seemed too casual for a garden party. A white, sleeveless polo neck and cream knit trousers draped over her figure. Her feet sported sandals and her hands an infinite amount of jewellery. "Is that what you're wearing to the party Francesca?" Caitlyn asked gently, her gaze still stuck on the way star's curly hair fanned out across the bedding. A black curtain draped over a cotton cloud.

"You can call me Frank, Caity. And you're right, I should probably change." Frank stated as she gazed at the teen fondly. Caitlyn, though moony eyed in Frank's presence, was a spitfire with a great sense of humour. Despite only having just met her a few hours prior, Frank had already grown fond of Caitlyn's wild commentary on the world and the residents of Colchester. Francesca particularly found Caitlyn's fixation on Rupert Campbell Black's supple arse hilarious. "Fred would be upset if I arrived in my loungewear."

"Is Fred your boyfriend?" Caitlyn asked in quick succession. She hadn't heard any news in the paper of a lover in the Wellington heiress's life. A secret scoop into the life of one of the most famous women in the country would make her very popular with the girls at her eventual boarding school.

Frank laughed outwardly. "No" She giggled, the laugh light and airy, "he's a dear friend. Old. Could be my dad. But his wife loves fashion. She always loves to ask if I've been keeping in touch with Gianni Versace. Don't want to upset her by coming to the party looking like I've just woken up. Even if I think Tony Baddingham is a right arse. I'm only coming to this party cause Fred asked."

Caitlyn had stopped listening after Gianni Versace. The teen jumping to interrogate Frank on any other celebrities she might know.

Maud O'hara rushed into the bedroom, her intrusion interrupting Caitlyn midway through her third question about Jake Ryan. The mysteriously missing blue mini tight upon her skin. Taggie and Caitlyn stared up at their mother in mild disgust. Frank grabbed a dress off the floor and walked into Taggie's adjacent bathroom to change.

She was not getting involved in that conversation.

Francesca made her way back into the room whilst the two O'hara sisters whispered to one another, Maud having left when Frank was changing. The presence of the heiress, draped in a dark blue satin dress caused the other two girls to fall silent.

"What do you think?" Frank asked, her manner almost shy under the other girls' gazes. It had been a long time since she had gotten ready with women her own age. Her usual company consisted of mildly overweight men over the age of forty. Her trainer Marty never cared about what she wore, only if she could ride a horse. Freddie wasn't exactly a fashion connoisseur either: he had Valerie for a wife. She had a horrible habit for mixing tiger print with bright pink. Even Frank's fashion magazine editorials were run by male photographers with receding hairlines and scarves draped across their necks. She very rarely had a woman express an opinion on what she wore. Never mind two.

"You look great." Taggie said.

"Sex on legs." Caitlyn followed.

Tag gasped in shock at her sister.

Frank chuckled.

Two very good opinions.

"Perfect." Frank said, her head nodding slightly as she grabbed her purse and car keys. "Well then. Let's go. Can't keep the bastards waiting. I'll catch you up on all the gory details later Caity." Frank spun out the room in a flash of navy.

It was official.

Caitlyn O'hara was in love with Francesca Wellington.

There went her fixation on Rupert Campbell Black.

Unlike those who had arrived at Tony Baddingham's ridiculous party in some outrageous sports car, Frank had arrived upside down stuck in the backseat of the O'hara family's mini. Her heels pressed up against the car window made for a very naughty sight as the group pulled into the Baddingham drive. Lying on her back like she was about to give birth was the only way Frank could fit in the O'hara's car without ripping her tight dress. Freddie's car boot was beginning to sound much more appealing as she felt the seatbelt dig into her back.

"Alright." Tag started, a giggle held behind her lips as she watched the heiress roll herself out of the car. "You ready?"

Frank huffed slightly, Tag had been no help in heaving Frank's body out the car. The traitorous girl only laughing at her friend's misfortune. If Taggie wasn't so goddamn endearing Frank would've felt slightly put out. Declan and Maud had already left them behind.

"Any chance I can still go home?" Frank asked.

"Not a one."

"Bollocks." Frank fixed her hair, the wild curls falling free behind her back. "Well then, let the games begin."

Her mouth was wide open. She couldn't close it. Her lips gaping open like a fish as she stared at Tony Baddingham's luxurious soiree. It was ridiculous. Every fibre of the garden dripping wealth from its seams. Frank had grown up wealthy: she was an heiress with multiple properties and a trust fund with more money in it that she could ever spend but this was ridiculous. It was excessive. A band played in the centre of the room. Waiters draped in duck-tailed suits milled around the lawn. People dressed in bright summer attire dotted around the grounds like colourful ants. Frank couldn't help but feel mildly uncomfortable.

Tony Baddingham loudly greeted the O'hara family, his eyes fixated on his shiny new star Declan as he skipped towards them. Frank all but ran in the opposite direction, slipping through the crowd as the eyes of the Cotswolds began to fixate on the famous Wellington heiress. They had been mildly distracted by Taggie: as they should and as Frank planned. But alas, the crowd was relentlessly invested in the heiress. She might have even dubbed them her groupies or fans if only they were slightly younger, more attractive and actually liked her.

Francesca walked deeper into the room by herself, Taggie having been led astray by Lady Monica Baddingham.

It felt like she was an animal at the zoo. Her head held high and shoulders backwards as she strutted through the crowd. She could feel everyone watching her. Their inquisitive stares piercing her skin. She tried to appear nonchalant as she moseyed her way to the only other person at this party besides Taggie that she could stand. The only reason she came to this godforsaken party in the first place.

Freddie Jones smiled when he saw her.

"Glad you could make it." he started from his spot at the refreshment table, his hand holding one of Tony Baddingham's oversized silver serving spoons. Only a simple salad perched upon his plate. Looks like Valerie was limiting Fred's diet again. Frank would have to sneak him some chocolate cake on the side. The poor man deserved it. "I was getting worried."

Frank cracked a grin. They were an unlikely pair, her and Fred, but for some reason the electronics mogul was one of her favourite people. Besides training, Frank had spent most of her time with the man. They had similiar hobbies, liked to watch the same telly and both had a deeply ingrained hatred for their entitled neighbours.

A match made in heaven.

"You know me Fred-Fred." Frank began, her eyes glancing around at the guests surrounding them. From her time at boarding school and in the public eye Frank had learned that if you stared at people long enough they stopped staring back at you. She made direct eye contact with James Vereker. He grinned his sleazy smile. She raised one eyebrow, deadpan. He looked away mildly sheepish. A win for all. "I always have to arrive fashionably late."

Fred shook his head, his mouth moving to speak before his wife, Valerie Jones, promptly interrupted him. The blonde woman's hand gripping onto Frank in a clutch unbefitting for someone so petite. The Wellington heiress was quickly led towards the rest of the Cotswolds' women, her eyes begging Fred for aid.

Help me, her eyes said.

Some socialising might do you some good, his replied.

Traitor.

Frank was convinced socialising is what would lead to her demise. She was pushed into a lawn chair opposite three women, Valerie's hand still wrapped around her shoulder to prevent Frank from bolting. The damn woman knew her too well.

"So Francesca," A plump woman began, Frank never could remember her name, "How do you like living in Rutshire? It must be so lonely living in that big old house. No parents, no husband..."

"Excuse me. Excuse me."

Tony Baddingham rose to his feet, a speech on the tip of his tongue. Frank could have kissed him right then and there.

The plump woman attempted to question Frank again, her wrinkly face closing in on Frank from across the lawn table. Lady Monica struck a gong. The plump woman and the rest of the party-goers immediately falling silent at the loud clanging sound.

It appeared Frank had to kiss Lady Baddingham too now. Two for one Baddingham special.

Tony Baddingham wafted into a speech, his words falling deaf on Franks ears as she breathlessly escaped her lawn chair and made her way through the crowd. Pretending to not hear Valerie Jones beckoning her back to the lawn table, Francesca appeared at Taggie's left shoulder. "Do you think Lady Monica uses that gong to keep Tony and the children in check?" .

Taggie's elbow struck Frank in the ribs as the redhead tried to smother her giggles. A bit aggressive.

Moments away from falling asleep standing up, Frank snapped back into focus at the interruption of Rupert Campbell Black walking into the garden with Beattie Johnson on his arm. Tony looked to be turning purple at Rupert's appearance. The former olympian strolling in with a smug grin on his tan face. Frank was briefly reminded of the last time she saw him, naked on his tennis court. The firefighters Taggie called must have gotten a hell of a surprise.

Rupert and Beattie walked through the crowd. Tony's speech ending abruptly as people jumped back into gossip and getting drunk on the Buck's Fizz. Frank grabbed Taggie's hand, determined to avoid Valerie Jone's and her cronies for at least an hour. They disappeared into Tony's garden in a flurry of red hair and blue silk.

A particular set of eyes watched them go.

"I saw you getting aquatinted with Rutshire's best and brightest." Frank stated, her hand grazing one of Tony's horses. The horse sniffed, its eyes watching the heiress closely as she ticked its ears.

Taggie watched Frank, her gaze taking in how her new friend gently interacted with the horse. As Tag got to know Frank it became more and more apparent that the heiress preferred horses to people. Frank behaved a certain way in crowds. She wasn't shy. Rather, Frank was funny, sarcastic, charming, all the things a world famous athlete should be. But around animals, in a garden secluded from prying eyes, Tag bared witness to the genuine side of her new friend. The quieter, more gentle Frank who listened to Tag speak about her struggles with merely a patient smile and a tender ear. This was the Frank that Taggie could see herself being friends with for a very long time. Tag liked this Frank.

"Yes." Taggie replied, a smile brimming to her lips as Frank encouraged her to move closer to the horse. Tag followed the heiress's lead. Her hand lightly stroked the edges of the horse's neck being mindful to be gentle. "They're quite a strange crowd aren't they? Lizzie's quite nice though."

Frank nodded, her eyes still locked on the animal in front of her. She was not close with Lizzie Vereker. The Vereker woman's husband, James, was so foul that Frank had decided to steer clear of the entire Vereker clan. Lest she get booked on his boring show. She'd rather shove a fork in her eye. Lizzie Vereker did seem to be one of the more interesting characters in this town; a writer of a few famous bodice ripping novels. Maybe Frank would purchase one of her books and read it before making up her mind on the Vereker woman's character.

Declan O'hara interrupted the two women's discussion, a serious expression painted on his face as he marched across the lawn to them "Tag, have you seen your mother anywhere?"

And just like that Declan, Frank and Taggie were strolling through the Baddingham's extensive gardens looking for Maud O'hara.

The small group walked at a brisk pace as they journeyed from hedge to hedge. Frank admired the greenery, her mind drifting back to the home of Rupert Campbell Black and his even more extensive gardens. She really had enjoyed his flowers. It was such a shame a naked woman on the run had interrupted Frank mid admiration. She never got to see what sort of lawn dressing the Campbell Black gardeners used to make their Patagonias grow so large. The two O'haras and Frank turned a corner, the subject of Frank's thoughts found perched closely to Maud O'hara on a garden bench.

Rupert Campbell Black swallowed hard. His Adams apple bobbing up and down as his eyes caught sight of Francesca Wellington draped in blue silk stepping out from behind a rose bush. She looked ethereal, curly hair strewn across her back as her dress hugged her in all the right places. He had seen her earlier: disappearing into the crowd with a redhead on her arm. Beattie had quickly regained his attention then, clutching his arm lest his eyes strayed too far for too long. He had hoped he could avoid Francesca for the rest of the party. It appeared fate had other ideas. She had all his attention now.

He hadn't even noticed the angry looking Irish man coming to greet him as he gazed at her. Declan O'hara shook his hand, he mindlessly reciprocated.

His eyes continued to take in the heiress. The O'hara family introducing themselves as she hung behind, her fingers fidgeting with one of Tony's roses. He thought back to the last time he saw her. Her attention fully fixated upon his garden despite the presence of his naked body on display.

No one had ever ignored Rupert Campbell Black as much as Francesca Wellington.

She was so entitled. So peculiar.

His eyes strayed from Francesca. He greeted Declan and Taggie; briefly remembering that Tag was the redheaded woman who screamed at him on his tennis courts a week prior. The same redheaded woman he saw Francesca disappear from the party with only a few moments ago. They must have been friends. Tag's face blushed as he smiled at her. Seemed like she remembered their meeting as well.

He ignored Francesca as he walked Declan and the rest of the Oharas inside for some of Tony's whiskey.

She had ignored him, her mind fixated on his gardens. He would ignore her, his mind desperate to see how the so-called prodigy felt about not being in the spotlight for one moment.

Her brow furrowed in confusion. He had ignored her flat.

That was strange.

Smoke wafted through the billiard room as Maud puffed on a cigarette. Frank fidgeted slightly, her fingers twitching in want. She had had her one cigarette for the day, but the smell had her bursting for another.

She deserved another.

She'd been questioned about her love life all day by nosy old women and her one moment of peace had been interrupted by Maud O'hara's nefarious behaviour with Rupert Campbell Black. Rupert had also been a prick, more so than expected. To her knowledge Frank had done nothing to upset the man. She had no clue as to why had he ignored her in the garden nor why he continued to ignore her now as he and Declan played pool.

She needed a cigarette. Maud smoked camels. It wasn't the same brand as Frank. She strictly smoked Marlboro lights. She'd happily make an acceptation.

A ball fell into the socket as Declan and Rupert conversed. Taggie, Maud and Frank condemned to spectators on the lounge chairs adjacent to the pool table. Rupert smiled cockily. Frank silently thought she could've sunk two times as many balls as him in the time it took for him to sink his few.

The smug bastard.

Tony Baddingham entered the room, his eyes zeroing on Francesca as she silently tried to inhale Maud's second hand smoke.

"Tony has come to ask me to join his board." Rupert told Declan smugly, another ball falling into the socket. Tony glanced towards the former olympian. Lady Gosling did have her heart set on Rupert joining the board but Tony was a fickle man. Lord Baddingham knew Rupert would never willingly join the board and would try his level best to embarrass Tony in front of his newest employee: Declan. Tony wasn't going to let him win. Not again. He had another plan, a better one.

"Actually Rupert I was here to speak to Lady Wellington."

Bollocks. Frank had been so sure she was in the clear. She had avoided both Baddinghams for the entire afternoon and was dead sure Tony was focused on Rupert. There was no way Tony would want another woman on his board, no matter how famous Frank was. She knew Tony saw her as a spoilt little girl with family money; a cow he could prod for extra cash. She didn't think he'd ever ask her to join his board. She assumed Rupert was a bigger cow: with more influence, more cash and a dick to boot. The obvious better choice.

So much for assumptions.

All eyes in the room fell to her. Rupert's face turning sour. He had been so sure Tony was going to ask him to join the board. Again, Francesca Wellington had stolen something that was rightfully his. His spot on the olympic team, his legacy, his neighbourhood and now even the thing he was going to hold over Tony's head. He hadn't even wanted to join the board, he just wanted to make Tony angry by saying no.

"It's a very lucrative business, the media. would be a good thing to come home to when you're finished with your riding career Francesca." Tony attempted. His false grin failing to convince Frank. For a TV executive he was a terrible actor.

"I don't do press." Frank replied. Her words decisive and final.

No.

She merely said no. She didn't even attempt to play with Tony for added amusement. Rupert knew he would've been so much more creative with it.

Though, he did enjoy how Tony's face fell.

Small victories.

Tony swiftly turned back towards Rupert. His false smile perched on his lips as he tried to beat down his fury. "Rupert?" he asked. "Lady Gosling would love to have you around her more. It's a great investment."

Great. Sloppy seconds. Rupert tried his level best to appear like it hadn't bothered him that he hadn't been asked first. He too shutting down Tony with a sarcastic comment before resuming his pool game. He had to keep his thoughts away from the curly haired heiress who sat only a few feet away from him. His veins hot with jealousy.

He hated that she had such an effect on him.

Paul and Sarah Stratton entered the room. Paul greeting Tony as Sarah smiled at Rupert.

Frank's eyes widened slightly as she made eye-contact with the naked woman who had been rushing through Rupert's rose bushes. It appeared the woman was married to Paul Stratton. An adulterous rose bush destroyer. Sarah's grin disappeared when she caught sight of Frank and Taggie, fear spearing across her face.

"Francesca Wellington. God am I excited to finally meet you." Paul Stratton stated, his large body rushing towards Frank as she remained seated on the chaise lounge.

Taggie left the room in a hurry. Frank longed to follow.

"Paul Stratton correct?" Frank asked, a small grin perched on her lips. He nodded, his excitement palpable on his face. "My mother knew your first wife Winifred. Lovely woman."

His smile fell instantly.

Frank left the room.

Francesca found Taggie on the Baddingham's staircase looking mildly anxious. The heiress's brow furrowed with worry as she sat down next to the redhead. "What's wrong?" Frank asked, slightly rubbing Tag's shoulder.

"I think I just told Tony Baddingham that Sarah Stratton was the naked woman playing tennis with Rupert."

Of all the answer to her question, Frank was not expecting Taggie to say that. The heiress failed to reply, only rubbing Tag's shoulder at a slightly quicker pace.

Taggie looked helplessly at Frank. "You don't think he'll say anything do you?"

Frank knew beyond a doubt Tony would most likely tell the entirety of Colchester by the end of the party.

"How about we get some more Buck fizz?"

Tag groaned.

Leaning against the Buck Fizz table Frank calmly sipped her drink as she surveyed the room. Taggie fidgeted anxiously next to her. Maybe Taggie needed a cigarette. Though Frank doubted Tag would ever smoke.

"Oh no Frank look." Tag quietly exclaimed, her eyes the size of saucers as she pointed across the lawn.

Tony Baddingham was whispering in Beattie Johnson's ear. The journalist's hair seemingly getting larger and larger as she shook with rage. The woman stormed across the dance floor, her chunky clogs stomping their way to the refreshment table.

Beattie slapped Rupert across the face with such a fury that a red imprint remained on his tan face.

Paul Stratton ran towards Rupert like a bull with bad balance. Rupert avoided him, the overweight MP falling head first into the refreshment table. Frank thought it was quite ironic that Paul was so upset about his second wife's adulterous acts. That was how he met Sarah in the first place. Definitely the pot calling the kettle black type of scenario.

The chaos continued as Rupert walked away from the party, Paul Stratton scraping cake off his face as Sarah Stratton tried to repair her reputation by guiltily exclaiming that her and Rupert's rendezvous "was only tennis!"

"We should go apologise." Tag began, the palm of her hand pulling Francesca's arm in the direction Rupert had walked off to.

"For exposing the adulterous MP's adulterous second wife? I thought it was brilliant. Karma and all that." Frank tried, her feet dragging behind Tag as the redhead marched on across Tony's lawn.

Guess there was no stoping Taggie now.

Rupert was standing silently in Tony's driveway. His linen suit billowing against his lean body in the wind of Beattie Johnson's departure. She had driven off at a speed that would make an F1 driver proud. It was mildly impressive.

Taggie stayed behind Frank, her sudden confidence fading in an instant. Frank stared at her friend in betrayal; it was obvious that Tag never actually meant to apologise to Rupert. Frank was going to be the one to apologise for the both of them.

Bloody woman with her red waves and adorable freckles. She was impossible to deny.

Frank walked a few steps closer towards Rupert.

Rupert turned at the sound of approaching footsteps, a grin on his face. He expected to see the sweet redheaded daughter of Declan O'hara. He was instead greeted with the wild curls of Francesca Wellington.

His grin disappeared.

"We're sorry." She started gently, "We didn't mean to expose you like that in front of everyone."

Rupert hadn't really cared. His nefarious tennis match with Sarah Stratton was bound to come to light one way or another. The gossip of Rutshire was relentlessly efficient. He had only been mildly inconvenienced by Beattie Johnson driving off in his car. He'd have to walk the kilometre home.

"Yeah well," He started, his eyes fixated on the sheepish expression painted across the heiress's face. He thought back to how she ignored him when she won the olympic medal: her eyes more focused on the shiny gold piece of shit that was her medal instead of acknowledging him. How she failed to acknowledge that she took his seat on the Olympic team. He thought of how she ignored him on the tennis court: her eyes more focused on his roses than his naked body. He thought of how lucky she was, how she had everything he wanted but never would have again. He could have been nice: forgiven her with a charming grin and then maybe later he could have charmed her delicious dress right off of her body. He could have been nice.

But she didn't deserve nice.

"you just lost me my bloody car."

Frank's face fell. A mixture of shock and fury igniting within her body.

What a prick.

"You can fucking walk."

She turned and stormed away, dragging an equally as shocked Taggie behind her.

Rupert cracked a smile. As much as he hated her he had to admit:

she looked mildly sexy furious.

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mistressroxielove · 8 months ago

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Hey everyone~ I got some more stuff for ya~

Long story short, I've discovered the new Fairly Oddparents reboot, absolutely loved it and was inspired to make this AU idea for the show! With a slight reimagine/redesign of the characters as well.

Here's some more info about my AU:

Fairly Odd Parents AU/Rewrite

Au Name: FairlyOdd Brother

Summary:

Perri (previously known as Poof) recently graduated from Fairy Godparents School and is eager to start granting Wishes for his very own godchild! Only problem is that with his lack of experience Jorgen is weary of giving him an assignment and keeps finding excuses/reasons to not give him a godkid. Realizing it might be a 1,000 years before they give him a chance to be a Fairy Godparent, Perri decides he needs to be a little bold and perhaps, bend Da Rules, to get his foot in the door so to speak. And his answer comes to him from a new neighbor in his human home, a family with a sweet shy 10 year old girl who is absolutely miserable. Perhaps Perri might be able to offer this girl a little comfort and fun as her new Fairy Godbrother!?

(Basically the same premise of the show, except Perri’s first godchild is Hazel, and through a technicality in the rule book, becomes her god brother instead of her godparent.)

ALSO please note this AU is more of a slight reimagine of the original show, meaning I did tweaked / changed some of the characters personality to match the new story I made for them. Nothing majorly different, but again just a heads up before you read on. Hope you like it~

Name: Devin “Dev” Dimmadome

Age: 9/almost 10

Sex: Male

Physical Description:

Is basically the same as in the show, though there are a few key differences.

-Despite having slicked back hair he always has a single strand that no matter what always sticks out, he hates it and is always trying to move it back into place but to no avail. In reality without the hair product he has natural curly hair like his father, though his curls are a little more difficult to comb and manage than his father, something that he doesn’t like about himself

-Has freckles! But always wears makeup to cover them as according to Dale’s research are ’less desirable’ and would statistically do better with them covered up

-Also has heterochromia, one blue and one green eye, but always wears either a blue or green contacts to hide his ‘flaw’, again being told to do so by his father

- Though he is always required to wear a branded white hoodie, Dale actually lets him wear whatever shirt he wants underneath, just with the promise Dev never takes his sweater off in public. Dev usually wears all sorts of geeky and nerdy shirts, mostly love meridian and Crimson Chin related stuff, it's the closes thing he’s allowed to wear ‘freely’ without requiring his father’s approval. Again this ‘freedom’ is kinda pointless since he still has to wear the hoodie, but he still appreciates it.

-As you can see in the photo above I showed what he looks typically on the left, and on the right is basically what Dev would dress like if he had no rules or restrictions.

Personality:

It's basically exactly the same as in the show, I really like Dev both in a story sense and a comedic sense so nothing to really change. The only slight difference is that Dev in this version clearly gets a crush on Hazel in this version. I think the show is ‘hinting’ of them possibly being a couple later on, but in my version I wanted to make it a little more clear that he has a subconscious crush on her. Basically think Anya and Damion from Spy x Family if you want a good example. He likes her, but being a 10 year old boy with severe daddy issues has no idea how to handle this and ends up being kinda mean to his regret.

Other fun facts:

-I won’t get into it now, but his relationship with his father is a bit different, as I have a unique take on Dale and who he is as a person. I’ll probably draw him next but for now just know Dale isn’t an evil heartless father and there’s more to him than it seems, and thus the relationship between Dale and Dev is a little more complex.

-And yes though it isn’t important yet, he does end up getting Cosmo and Wanda as his fairy godparents instead of Hazel as the AU would suggest.

- In this version Peri is also not a big fan of Dev. As he obviously doesn’t like how he’s mean to her at first, but as they become friends and Peri soon realizes that Dev has a crush on Hazel this leaves Peri horrified at the thought. And of course being a proper big brother is completely against and despises the idea of Dev and Hazel ever ending up together. He’s not too over the top about his dislike, but definitely would be sitting in to conor with his arms crossed, while trying to subtly tell Hazel she could do soooooooo much better than him.

I hope you guys like this, I'm personally really happy with how this design turned out, especially his 'real Dev' design on the right. But I would love to hear your guys thoughts and opinions about my designs. Do you like them, hate them? Feel free to tell me below.

Also tomorrow I'll post a version of this photo with a transparent BG and maybe upclose shots of the design as well, just so you can see the design easier without the BG

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#fairlyoddbrother #fairly oddparents #peri #fop poof #cosmo and wanda #fairly oddparents dev #dev dimmadome #fairly oddparents a new wish

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icanseethefuture333 · 2 years ago

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PAC: What your fp/fs looks like but make it actually diverse 🌅

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Pile 1:

Physical appearance

Hair color ranges from dark brown, light brown , ginger, & blonde highlights (Their natural hair color is mostly brown but they could dye it or a few of them are actually blonde/ginger). Their hair texture is coily, curly, or wavy. They are most likely light skinned or mixed race (I'm seeing mostly black, white, or middle eastern. This message could only be for a few but I heard someone's fp/fs could be Somalian, Moroccan, or Palestinian to be specific). They have hazel eyes (eye color is a mix of green, aqua, gold, or amber). They have freckles and moles. Skintone is warm and medium or medium deep (tawny, olive, or brown). Your fp/fs's body could be more bottom heavy. If they are more feminine I'm seeing a pear shaped figure and if they are more masculine I'm seeing that they have strong legs. This person could like to workout or they are in involved in sports because they have strong lower body muscles (wide hips, big butt, thick thighs, toned calves, etc). Sagittarius & Leo could be prominent in their birth chart. Sun or Jupiter dominant.

Pile 2:

Physical Appearance

This pile's fp/fs is pretty unique! For some people in this pile, their fs/fp could have vitiligo. It's as if they have two skintones for some reasons. So either this person could have vitiligo, they either get very pale in the winter and dark in the summer, or they could have used tanners or skin bleaching creams growing up. I'm also seeing that this person could strictly only wear black, gray, and white - no colors. They like to be like a panda 🐼. For their hair color I'm seeing its gray, white, silver, platinum blonde, or bleached. They could like to wear wigs or their head is shaved at the moment. If the fp is a feminine they like to wear their hair very long while the masculine likes their hair very short, almost like a buzzcut. They also have dark brown almost pitch black eyes. Your fp/fs could have some type of scar on there face or body, perhaps from a burn, fight, or some sort of accident. Their body is angular, lean, and toned. This person likes to include stars in their aesthetic ☆. They could like y2k fashion or subversive fashion. I'm thinking of the brand "Chrome hearts". This person could be alternative or like being involved in that culture. They could be goth specifically which would explain why their skin color varies (some goths like to paint their face white). I'm seeing piercings and tattoos as well. There isn't a specific race for this pile but they could have almond eyes, a low nose bridge, and small lips (they like to wear lip liner so it looks fuller or red/black lipstick so they can appear as a "vampire" lol). So for some of you your fp/fs could be black, asian, or "other". I'm seeing that this person has Scorpio placements and a Pluto dominance.

Pile 3:

Physical Appearance

This person is white and their cultural heritage could either be Greek, Spanish, Italian, Brazilian, Portuguese, or Argentian. They have dark brown hair and it's straight with a slight bend of wave or curls. Their hair is very voluminous and shiny. Their skin ranges from pale to medium. Their eye color could be blue, brown, or green. For some other physical features they could have a prominent nose, dark circles, red lips, and a beauty mark either under their eye or next to their mouth. If feminine, their body is hourglass shape with hip dips. If masculine, they have wide shoulders, and have more of a inverted triangle shape. Your fp/fs' style is very refined and posh. It's giving "old money" vibes. Rolexes, white Polo shirts, khakis, linen blouses, diamond necklaces, etc. They could have Taurus placements as well as a Venus dominance.

Pile 4:

Physical Appearance

I feel for most people in this pile their fs/fp naturally has ginger, reddish hair or they have brown hair with reddish undertones. They have dark brown eyes, pale skin, freckles, rosy cheeks, and heart shaped lips. They could look like a cat or have features similar to cat. Their eyes are big and upturned. Your fp/fs is either east asian or "wasian" (half white half east asian). Their style is grunge with warm autumn tones or they dress very colorful (they could wear a lot of primary colors with brown and green). They could like to wear khakis, cargo pants, converse sneakers, and striped sweaters. This person gives off obvious Gemini energy 😂 but I'm also picking up that they could have Virgo placements. They have a Mercury dominance.

Pile 5:

Physical Appearance

This person has a very rich, deep skintone. If your fp/fs was a man they would remind me of the saying "tall, dark, and handsome". I'm seeing that they are either Black or South Asian. They have thick curly/coily hair and it's the color onyx. Their eyes are the color chocolate brown. They have a balanced and proportionate body type. I feel that this person really embodies having Venusian energy and could have Libra prominent in their birth chart. Their style is casual with a touch of luxury. They like to wear black blazers, white shirts, sundresses, gold hoops, pearls, and jewels. I'm seeing purple, red, and green (sapphires, rubies, emeralds, etc) so they could like to wear very regal colors as well or they could just look like royalty.

Pile 6:

Physical Appearance

I channeled a few different people for this pile so this might not resonate for all of you but only for some! So for those who are attracted to people with a feminine appearance. Your fp/fs could like to have their hair very colorful and it's always changing. They either wear wigs or dye their hair blue. I'm getting a "2014 tumblr girl" vibe from them. They are just naturally beautiful. As for those who are attracted to people with a masculine appearance. Your fp/fs could have short to medium length blonde hair. Their hair is very shaggy and they like to style it in a messy, carefree, tousled way. They could have slight wavy hair as well. They could look like a "surfey boy" or a "skater boy". Both feminine and masculine fp/fs could have blue eyes, a button nose, and pink lips. Their body type is petite and thin with a narrow waist. I'm not seeing a specific race being stated for your fp/fs but I wanna lean towards for most people who picked this pile that they will have a white partner. While for a few of you, you will date/marry someone who will be considered racially ambiguous. They could have Aquarius placements and a Uranus dominance

Pile 7:

Physical Appearance

This person has black or dark brown hair. Their hair texture could be straight or wavy. They could have siren eyes as well. Something about their eyes are very captivating. Their eye color ranges from light brown to dark brown. While their skin color is like copper. They are average height and their shoulders and collarbones could be very beautiful. Your fp/fs could be of West & South/Southeast Asian descent, this message might only be for some but I'm hearing that they could be possibly be Sri Lankan, Tamil, Iranian, Saudi Arabian, Bengali, Malaysian, Singaporean, Pakistani, Thai, and Indonesian (very specific, I know 💀). I feel like you would meet then while they are in their cultural attire or during a special holiday. If you are not from these countries perhaps you go there for a vacation and meet them there (how cute!🥺). I feel like their faith or beliefs are very important to them, so they might wear some sort of necklace to represent that. Capricorn could be prominent in their chart and they could have a Saturn dominance.

Pile 8:

Physical Appearance

For your fp/fs I feel that they could have a duality to them, so it is possible that they are mixed, have two cultures, or they have a dual citizenship somewhere. I believe that they are Aboriginal, Pacific Islander, and for a few, South East Asian (I'm getting the Philippines to be specific). They have thick wavy, curly hair. They might like to switch up their hair a lot by either straightening it or curling it sometimes. They could even do perms on their hair or use relaxers. The skin color varies from person to person. Their body type will be more fleshy and muscular, some of them have a prominent tummy. They could have Cancer placements or the Moon is dominant in their chart.

Pile 9:

Physical Appearance

Your fp/fs is indigenous or Latin indigenous descent. They have straight, dark brown hair. Their skintone varies from medium to dark skintones. Some of them have a hooked nose or will have a upturned nose. The corner of their lips could be downturned or when they smile it looks like this ^~^ (adorable 😭). I feel that these people have a very loud but infectious laugh. They could brighten your day when you are sad. For some of you these people could be a cowboy/cowgirl or work at some sort of ranch or farm (I'm not from the South so idk how all that works but you get what I mean 😅). They have a natural connection to animals. They could wear stetson hats, beaded necklaces, bolo ties, flannels, boots, bone shells, and silver or turquoise jewelry. They could have Aries placements and a Mars dominance.

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call-mi-jinx · 5 months ago

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Cpt. John Price X Reader - I don’t want to lose you.

summary - when you go on a mission you see someone from your past, when you go out of your way to save them it almost costs you and price your lives.

warnings - mentions of war, war flashbacks, PTSD, violence, meltdowns, unaliving, vivid imaging of violence, mentions of torture

Main Masterlist John Price Masterlist

a/n - i am british so when i say first floor it's the second floor for US readers xx

john price x fem!reader

I had been in Task Force 141 for around 3 months now. I had gotten closest with Gaz, Soap and Ghost. The only reason I had gotten close with Ghost is because he had heard me screaming from a bad dream about my time in Iraq.

We were sort of a tight knit group, that didn't really let others in on our "games". We tended to do things just the four of us. Plus Price, our captain. God he was an image. I've never ever liked facial hair on a man until I met him. And his eyes look absolutely ethereal. They're a sort of hazel or green colour and looking into them makes my heart melt.

Anyway, that's all besides the point. We're on our way to a serious and dangerous mission. Price briefed us earlier and we have to infiltrate an Iraqi base for information on a very dangerous and intelligent extremist group.

The fact that we had to go to Iraq brought back memories. Very bad memories. On the jet to Jordan - right next to Iraq - I felt my palms become sweaty and my breathing become jagged. I cannot be doing this on the way to the mission. Luckily, Ghost was right next to my and held my hand for reassurance. He was the only one who knew about my time in Iraq. Well everyone did, but Ghost really knew.

I begin to take deep breaths and close my eyes, after repeating this a few times I had finally calmed down. I looked around the jet and Price had his brows furrowed as his eyes darted between me and Ghost. I dismissed it and focused on my breathing.

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We have finally arrived in Jordan and are now getting into RG-33 SOCOM Vehicles. Luckily, one was all we needed as we only had 6 of us for this mission - me, Ghost, Gaz, Soap, Keller and Price.

As we got closer and closer to the base in Iraq, the pit in my stomach grew bigger and bigger. I pushed all my thoughts and memories down until I became calm. This isn't what the mission needed. Isn't what anyone on the Task Force needed.

We had finally arrived at a location close-by to the base and gathered behind our vehicle. Price had put a map of the base against the RG-33, the map had red dots to represent the entries, blue dots to represent the computer rooms (where we'd be getting the info from) and green dots to represent where we will make our exits.

"Ghost, Soap, you enter through the South West entry and go up through the South bound stairwell, get the information form Room F304 on the first floor then come out of the closest window you can. Gaz, Keller, you go through the North East entry and go up through the East bound stairwell go to Room S215, get as much information as you can from the computers and exit via the North bound stairwell. Y/L/N, you're with me. We'll go up through the North West entry, go up the West bound stairwell, grab what we need from T680 and exit via the North bound stairwell, the same as Gaz and Keller. Everyone got that?" Everyone nodded in agreement or said "Yes sir."

As everyone split into the pairs Price gave them, I went up to Price as we were in a pair. He looked up to me after checking he had all the PPE (Personal Protective Equipment) he needed and gave me a tight smile.

"You're going to be fine Y/L/N, you don't need to worry." I was confused as I had no idea how he knew. "And before you ask I saw you in the jet, I wanted to ask what was wrong but Ghost helped you before I could. Now let's go, we've got a mission to do."

Me and Price began our journey to the base and found our entry. We checked the area for any enemies patrolling the area and silently took out the ones who saw us before they could say anything. I got to the door and picked the lock and carefully opened the door. We looked around the corridor for anyone but didn't see anyone. We carefully made our way up the West bound stairwell and finally made it up to the room we needed to find.

Price tried the door and it was unlocked, he meticulously opened the door and the room was filled with computers, we scanned the area for anyone and there was no sign of people in the room. We went to one of the computers put a hard drive into the PC and downloaded every single piece of information off of that computer.

As the hard drive was downloading final bits and pieces of information, I heard screaming. Specifically, a boy screaming. I looked to Price and silently begged him for us to go get him.

"We can't Y/L/N, it may jeopardise the mission. I'm sorry..." He looked genuinely remorseful. But that didn't stop me. I immediately darted for the source of the screaming. Price decided he had no choice but to follow me, I could tell I was gonna get an arse whooping as soon as we get back from this mission.

The screaming got louder and louder until I finally reached the room where the screaming was coming from. I picked the lock of the door and kicked it open and pointed my gun in the room. There were two men in the room, one man had the boy's arm in his hand, his grip looked uncomfortable and way too tight for my liking. The other man was actually videoing, maybe for a ransom video.

"Put the boy down!" I shouted at them as I aimed for their heads. The men, who were obviously unarmed, put their hands in the air and stepped away from the boy. I ran over to the boy and got down to his level.

"Are you okay honey? Have they been hurting you?" I was checking the boy for any cuts and bruises until I noticed a birth mark on his neck, a very weirdly shaped birthmark that was very familiar. My mind immediately flashed back to Iraq.

When I was in Iraq, I was captured and tortured for information. When they were done with me they threw me in a cell along with a mother and her baby, Suleiman. He was a beautiful and surprisingly healthy baby boy. And he had a birthmark on his neck.

One day, after I was tortured and then thrown back into the cell, the mother was hysterically sobbing and screaming. When I calmed her down she said to me, "They took my baby boy! They snatched him right from my arms!"

I swore to that lady that I would break out of here and find her baby boy for her, a few days later she was killed and I never forgave myself for not fulfilling my promise.

I looked to Price with horror on my face. Tears began to brim my eyes and my jaw locked shut. I couldn't help the memories of the little boy, Suleiman, and the promise I made his mother.

"I know this child Price. We need to get him out of here now." I grabbed the little boy in my arms and we headed for our exit. But as soon as we got to the North bound stairwell, it was covered with Iraqi soldiers. I told Suleiman to go and find a man by the name of Ghost and gave him directions and that he'd be safe with him. Suleiman began to run as fast as possible.

Price and I pulled our guns out and began to shoot at them until the stairwell was clear. As we descended the stairs, we must've missed one as a man grabbed me and put a gun to my head. I yelped out Price's name and he immediately pointed his gun at the man.

"Let her go!" Price's voice was filled with rage, and so were his eyes. they had grown so dark you couldn't see the hazel-greenish colour of them anymore, just black.

"She has our information, she can either give it to me or suffer the consequences." He pressed the gun harder into the side of my temple.

I began to panic, memories came flooding back and I was beginning to lose sight of what we have to do. My only goal is to either kill this man or somehow get away. But he is a lot bigger than me. And when I say a lot I mean a lot.

"Put the gun down now!" His voice echoed in the empty hallway. The hallways, rooms and stairwells seemed quiet. Too quiet. My eyes widened as I realised.

"Price! Go! It's a trap!" As soon as I had said that the floors underneath us exploded with a loud boom. Fire began to spread, floors fell apart, and we were going to die if we didn't get out now.

I acted quickly by stomping on the man's foot, elbowing his face grabbing his gun and shooting him. I quickly grabbed Price's hand and led him to the South bound stairwell hoping that it wouldn't be destroyed. It was. We then tried to East bound stairwell and the West bound stairwell, they were both destroyed.

I looked out a close by window and there was a building that was still intact. We had to jump across. It was a risky jump but it was the only option we seemed to have left.

"Price, we're going to have to jump across to that building and get to the ground floor through that roof door." I showed him the building and he nodded.

"You go first." I told Price, he looked at me with worry and anger. He shook his head.

"Fine, but you better follow me close behind, can't lose a soldier like you." He patted my shoulder before taking a runup to the window and successfully. He stood, eagerly waiting for me to jump across as well.

As I began to run up to the window, someone hit my in the face with a gun. Price saw and didn't know what to do, he couldn't get back up to the building but he couldn't just leave me either.

"Y/L/N!" He ran to the building's edge and tried to get a better look. A woman walked up to the window and laughed at Price.

"She's going to die where her true life started, in Iraq. And the information you stole will die here with her!" Price got ahold of his gun and pointed it at the woman.

"Give her to me or I'll shoot!" All the woman did was laugh.

"You better go now or you'll die along with us!" Price reigned fire on her but missed as she ducked down until the window. When he ran out of bullets she stood back up straight, but holding a dead man's switch in her hand.

Before she could even speak, Price saw a hand drag her down and he slightly hears grappling and groaning until all he can hear is the roaring fires down below and the infrastructure of the building falling apart.

The next thing he sees is a bag being thrown and me flying through the window and the rest of the building being destroyed by an explosion.

Price grabbed the bag and ushered me to the roof door as we had finally escaped. We made our way to the stairwell and as soon as we exited the building it exploded. We made our way back to the RG-33, where the others were worriedly waiting for us.

Ghost and Soap immediately ran up to us and checked me for anything on my face. I looked past them and saw the boy with a blanket around him. I quickly made my way to him.

"Are you okay Suleiman?" The boy was silent, of course he would be. He also looked scared after I called him by his name.

"Suleiman, I knew your mother, Amneh, a long time ago when you were just a baby. You're safe with us now, I promise." He nodded and we all got into the vehicle, Suleiman sat down with me and I wrapped my arm around him. When we got back into Jordan, a man was waiting with a few of our men. He quickly ran up to Suleiman and held him in his arms. The boy backed away from him immediately.

We reunited Suleiman with his older brother and father and then boarded the jet back home. I immediately lay down on the seats and anticipated how much Price was going to rinse me for saving Suleiman.

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We were now back on our base in England. Soap, Gaz and Keller were celebrating another successful mission while me and Ghost sat on one of the couches in the "common room" as they all call it.

"You did good saving that little boy today. Even though Price is going to absolutely murder you for almost dying and 'jeopardising' the mission." I chuckled before I took a sip of my drink.

"I was with that little boy and his mother back when I was captured in Iraq y'know?" My mood completely changed as memories came back. "They took her little boy away from her, he was only a baby at the time, and I told her that I would get us both out of there and get her boy back. They killed her a week later. And I never fulfilled the promise I made her... It kills me every day to know they will never see each other again..." Ghost put his arm around my shoulder and rubbed my arm as a way of comforting me.

Price then entered the room and his eyes immediately darted to me. He did not look happy at all.

"Y/L/N. My office. Now." He didn't raise his voice. You knew you were in shit with Price when he didn't even raise his voice.

I got up from the couch and followed Price to his office. When we got inside he ordered me to sit down in the chair in front of his desk.

"Do you know how stupid that was? Apart from saving that boy's life you could've risked mine and yours! That was absolutely irresponsible!" I didn't even mutter a word, I just wanted to let him let out his anger before I spoke.

"You have nearly died 3 times today! Three times! Do you know how upset the team would be? I would be? If you had lost your life? What went through your fucking head?! All for that little boy!" Now I was angry, how the fuck could he be so insensitive?

"I made a promise to a mother in Iraq... That I would bring her baby boy back to her after he was taken away from her... And that boy that I saved today, was that baby boy." Price's eyes widened. His mouth opened and closed, he had no clue what to say.

"Y/N... I'm sorry I-" I cut him off before he could speak, anger running through my veins now.

"You should be sorry! I made a promise to a woman in Iraq and if I couldn't keep it for her I'd keep it for their family that searched far and wide for the both of them. That boy's father and brother had to find out that woman had fucking died today! So yeah! You should be fucking sorry."

I was nose to nose with Price now. There was a deafening silence and a heavy atmosphere around us now. You could cut the tension with a knife.

"I didn't know... what you went through in Iraq... I'm sorry." He seriously meant the apology this time. I could tell, the look of remorse on his face made me upset.

"It's just... I don't know what all of us... what I would do if you had died. I don't want to lose you." He looked down to the floor, not wanting to look me in the eye.

"Are you saying you care about me Captain?" I raise an eyebrow and smirk at him. His eyes immediately dart to mine and his mouth contorts to form a straight thin line.

"Yes, I do Y/N. What of it?" He straightened his posture, towering over me. It made me quite flustered.

"Just wondering Captain." I look down to the ground in hopes he doesn't see my face going slightly red. This was not how I planned this to go in my head.

"You wondering cause you feel the same sweetheart? I've heard what you say about me to Soap. It's no secret to me anymore." He took a step towards me, our chests now touching. The lack of distance made blood run to my cheeks.

"That was a private conversation Captain." Price chuckled, he raised his hand to put under my chin so that I would look up at him.

"You aren't denying it though are you?" His smirk only grew as my face grew redder and redder. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. Why the fuck am I being like this? I shouldn't be, I am a fucking soldier not some little school girl with a crush.

"No..." I gather up the courage to look at him and he has this certain look in his eyes. Something like want, or desire.

"Good." And before I could say anything he cupped my cheeks in his hands and connected our lips. It was exactly like how I imagined it. It was warm, passionate yet soft and fucking amazing.

He backed me up against the closest wall and presses his body against mine. The kiss grew deeper when he put his knee between my legs and I gasped so he took the chance to swipe his tongue against my lips and into my mouth.

It grew sloppier and sloppier as we both got more desperate. One of his hands travelled down to my waist and squeezed it which made me yelp into his mouth.

We both finally pulled away for air and he looked at me with care and want mixed into one.

"I have wanted to do that every since I laid my eyes on you sweetheart."

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